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* Donnie perched up onto the infirmary bed, while Machias assisted Splinter in getting the things he needed from the cabinets. Don grimaced as Splinter removed glass from Don's leg.*
don: Why didnt i--*makes pain noises* just use the plastic beakers like i wanted to? Because you were to busy enjoying doing your thing.*she replied as she worked on the burns on his arms* dont worry, youre not as bad as you look.... Don: Gee thanks--Ouch! |
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